Date: 1717
"Such feign'd Amours, and real Hate / Attend the Matrimonial State; / When sacred Vows are bought and sold, / And Hearts are ty'd with Threads of Gold."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1717
"But when we cease / To draw the Breath of Life, the Soul on wing / Fleets like a Dream, from Elemental Dross / Disparted, and refin'd."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1717, 1736
"Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, / And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1718
"The Soul is darker than the deepest Cave, / Hard as the Rock, and colder than the Grave"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718 [first published 1684-1694]
"And not our Houses alone, when (as SOPHOCLES has it) they stand long untenanted, run the faster to ruine, but Mens natural parts lying unemployed for lack of Acquaintance with the World, contract a kind of filth or rust and craziness thereby."
preview | full record— Plutarch (c. 46-120)
Date: 1719
"So perfect Gold no more excells the Brass, / Than Love of Soul doth Love of Body pass."
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: 1719
"He forms our generals for the field, / With all their dreadful skill; / Gives them his awful sword to wield, / And makes their hearts of steel."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1719
"Hard was his Heart, inclos'd in Folds of Brass, / Who in a feeble Bark first boldly try'd / The Watry Path and Region of the Seas, /And adverse Winds and swelling Waves defy'd"
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"Oh, Melliora! didst thou but know the thousandth Part of what this Moment I endure, the strong Convulsions of my warring Thoughts, thy Heart, steel'd as it is, and frosted round with Virtue, wou'd burst its icy Shield, and melt in Tears of Blood, to pity me."
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1720
"Nay more, when thou art dead, I won't leave thy Soul in Quiet--for I will go streight to thy House, break open they Chests, and scatter thy Gold and Silver, which is thy Soul"
preview | full record— Molloy, Charles (d. 1767)